The Irony Of A Town !

I see, I notice, the world around,
the glittering blue sea, along the beautiful town.

The smile of a child on first day of school,
the tears of a young working lad.
The delightful smell of the monsoon spells,
the deathly despair of the chilly white time.
I see, I notice, the irony of a town,
beautiful and happy, but sad when you turn around.

The crimson sky, at the birth of the yellow sun,
the ghostly black nights, without a star up high to burn.
The bustling streets, the clinking of glasses,
the melancholy park, the now dead cigar.
I see, I notice, the irony of a town,
beautiful and happy, but sad when you turn around.

The exquisite wine and cheese, the full grown silver fern trees,
the starving beggar on the street, the dying garden filled with weed.
The tiers of the cake, the wedding song,
the hardships of the wife, whose man saved his land but now is gone.
I see, I notice, the irony of a town,
beautiful and happy, but sad when you turn around.

We win, we gain, a blithesome world around,
but open our hearts and feel the pain surround.
I see, I notice, the irony of a town,
beautiful and happy, but sad when you turn around.

- Anisha